Woody said as we walked down Broadway, the wide main street of Fells Point, one December morning. “I love this place. It’s open all night, and I come here when I’m stuck on a project. Helen, the woman who runs the place, doesn’t care if I sit for hours over a cup.” “I’m sure it’s fine,” I said, noticing the way the sun cast pasty light over the cobblestone lane as we headed toward the water. “Besides, I’m not picky.” “Not what I’ve heard.” “You must be talking about that show, which I have no affiliation with.” “Actually, I was thinking of something your mother told me—how you can never make up your mind.” Olivia’s lament! “That’s so not true.” “Come on, Liv, you never could. Remember when you could only try out for one team—basketball or softball? How you kept changing your mind? You drove Sister Catherine Charles crazy. Right here.” He reached for a weathered screen door with a Plexiglas plate tucked in, and I realized he’d been talking about this downtrodden coffee shop on the corner.
What do You think about Charming Christmas (2015)?
